Back at home

On the flight Sean had to do some thinking. Chloe was clearly into him but how much of that was just the game? He wondered if he should call her out as soon as he got back. Maybe it was because he had just watched her get fucked and hadn’t been able to do anything about it. Even then, there was a chance that it wouldn’t have changed anything. He was **** to see where this dinner with Garry went.

The prospect of living with Chloe while being fully aware of the affair had its own dark appeal too. He didn’t know how long it would be before Garry got them over for dinner. He decided that it would be the best opportunity to end it after that. Telling her that he saw what happened in person was an indisputable way of ending this. He spent his flight working out how he could avoid getting ****.

Once home he couldn’t help but be impressed with how well Chloe had covered it up. She had cleaned and aired out the apartment and all the bed sheets were fresh. He noticed the old sheets in the washing machine but under normal circumstances, that wouldn’t have been an issue. Chloe herself seemed normal. She was happy to see him and gave him a big exuberant hug and kiss as he walked in. There were some changes though.

On a day like this, she would have usually not worn any makeup and have either been in workout clothes or some baggy tracksuit bottoms. Today she was made up slightly more than she would have been for work and she was in short shorts and a crop top. Sean knew that she had agreed to dress how Garry liked and his cock stirred at the thought. When he tried to instigate sex, however, she pulled away and said, “Sorry baby, I have a bit of cystitis, sex will only make it worse.”

If that was true then it had come on between him getting on the plane and arriving at home. He suspected it was a lie. Was the truth that she was sore from the huge amounts of fucking she had been doing or was it that the idea of sex with him after having Garry just wasn’t appealing? Either way, he excused himself to the shower and took care of it himself. Deep down in his masochistic heart, he relished it.

Back at work, he was poised waiting for Garry to ask him over. If he hadn’t known better he would have assumed things were great between them. He had to commend himself for not letting his true feelings show when talking to him. Outside of Garry, Sean was the flavour of the moment. All the senior staff were very pleased with him. It made Sean wonder how shit some of the other staff must be. He hadn’t put any major effort in yet the feedback was shining. Now he had been given the opportunity, being studious was suddenly a benefit. He had completely underestimated the power of socializing and schmoozing but he had been **** to learn that lesson and he was glad he had.

Two weeks. It was two whole weeks before Garry invited them over for dinner and even then that was in a week's time. Sean watched Chloe go to the “gym” in heavy makeup. At home, she dressed increasingly trashily and even her work clothes had become shorter and more sexual. She fobbed it off as just being the current fashion but she knew it was because Garry liked her to look like a whore.

She had become pretty undependable. She was often back from work late with excuses of trouble that needed overtime. At weekends she would claim to be going out with the girls but a quick look at their social media showed that they were elsewhere and not with Chloe. Was she really spending all this time with Garry? He was pulled between loving it and hating it. He had never masturbated so much in his life.

The time passed and soon the dinner, the end of their little game that he had set in his mind, was upon them.